The birds may sing their presence, the squirrels may chatter, and my breath may blow steadily across this landscape, but all of these songs and motions bespeak a profound silence, a deep collecting of all time where the songs, the words, and the breath hold still, cupped gently in the hands of God. This is... Continue Reading →
Notes from the Porkies 2
“The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important; it is such who prate of empires, political or economic, that will last a thousand years. It is only the scholar who appreciates that all history consists of successive excursions from a single starting point,... Continue Reading →
More notes from Bemis Woods…and Speeder Bikes
"It is in the wilder spaces, of scrub and deadfall, where you'd rather not tread. In these places you find wonders." - We must balance our need for order with the natural order's need to be wild. "…skimming the leaves atop the understory…(birds)" Small flocks of five to seven chickadees chatter and fuss and pursue... Continue Reading →
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